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sweezee don - savages lyrics

[verse 1: sweezee don]
on the greyhound buss, me and my brother was touring
we was back home broke, [?] must have been boring
[?] got my phone blowing up in the morning
put out testers yesterday, got thе customers going
now we playing with a check, i donе [?] we done rocked every label that [?]
hundred grams rock solid, when you take it out the press
threw the b+tch 500, just for taking me [?]
ain’t no credit or no debit, you can miss me with that bank stamp
80 stashed in my granny bas+m+nt in a paint can
ran through 50 pounds in a week, that’s a weight plan
[?] 30’s, that was 8 bands
sweezee

[chorus: sweezee don]
nodding withthe the 40 by the pillow, i’ma keep it on me
for any f+ck n+ggas thinking ’bout creeping on me
30 in the stash, just in case i got them people on me
50 in the matress, have a young n+gga sleeping funny
money turned my n+ggas to some savages
money turned my n+ggas to some savages
money turned my n+ggas to some savages
it’s hard to sleep, ride with 50 bands in your matress
[verse 2: team eastside snoop]
it’s fresh out the water, with a glad wrap
n+ggas talking ’bout all this money, where your rides at?
if a n+gga try to rob on us, we gon’ slide back
[?] can’t hide that
money turned my n+ggas to some hooligins
they don’t wanna hear nothing, they just shooting sh+t
[?] drop [?] like ludacris
n+ggas talking all this weight, but ain’t moving sh+t
yeah, i heard you n+ggas talking through the grapevine
you n+ggas swiping, i got mine across the state lines
yeah, it’s an ugly game, but the pape fine
you can put your’s on, i’ma make mine

[verse 3: peezy]
i think every real hustler had this feeling
bands in the matress, dope stashed in the ceiling
counting pills in the bas+m+nt, we get money while we chilling
pints in the dishwasher, n+gga, motherf+cking the dishes
it’s hard to sleep right, with all these guns and these scales
never know who gon’ tell, got me paranoid as h+ll
can’t really eat, with all these n+ggas acting like b+tches
but i’ma use these n+ggas anyway to get my ticket
this money turned my n+ggas to some savages
got me walking in giuseppes, all white with the lavinder
buying m.c.m., fendi belts and all kind of sh+t
wear my jewlery everyday, i’m used to not having sh+t
[chorus: sweezee don]
nodding withthe the 40 by the pillow, i’ma keep it on me
for any f+ck n+ggas thinking ’bout creeping on me
30 in the stash, just in case i got them people on me
50 in the matress, have a young n+gga sleeping funny
money turned my n+ggas to some savages
money turned my n+ggas to some savages
money turned my n+ggas to some savages
it’s hard to sleep, ride with 50 bands in your matress

- sweezee don lyrics

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